Eric held the bowl, sandwiched between Beth and Kory on the couch. “Pass it here, Banyon.” Beth muttered to him, reaching for the rim as she kept her eyes glued to the screen.
“You can reach it just fine,” He replied, “Its staying where it is, that way Kory doesn’t end up without any.” He turned to his right. “Right K-” He was cut off by a pair of lips. Warm, soft, elven lips. His hands left the bowl to cup Kory’s face, and when they broke apart, Beth was on Kory’s other side, bowl of popcorn firmly in her lap.
100 word prompt – Bedlam’s Bard (Mercedes Lackey) – Popcorn
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